I took a Hiatus. I thought about 4 months ago that I wanted to try blogging on a different website and obviously it did not work out. I like WordPress.
Anyways, I did not do much blogging during those 4 months anyways, I guess I did not have much to say. Probably because in the last 4 months I have been questioning everything.
Everyone always says that it’s normal when you reach a certain age to question your beliefs and the world around you. I don’t know about what’s normal, but it’s not exactly fun. I would not recommend it.
Just stick to whatever beliefs you have now blindly. Blindly following is the best route for you. Not for me, but for you definitely.
Anyways, it’s weird coming back on here and reading some of my old posts where I was so adamant about what I believed and even about the people who I used to know who were important to me a year ago, but I don’t even think about them anymore.
I started this blog a year and a half ago and there are so many post that I am now looking at that I really wish I hadn’t posted. My first instinct, which I actually did go ahead and do for about 20 of those posts, was to permanently delete them and wish that no one had remembered what I said.
But that brings up the question that is on my mind today. Should someone delete these posts? I remember when I had a journal when I was 13 and I would write down all of my thoughts all of the time. I remember going back when I was 15 and pulling out a lot of those pages and throwing them away.
That’s probably against the number one rule of journal writing. You don’t just tear out the bad memories or the memories that make you seem silly. You don’t get rid of the feelings you once had just because you no longer agree with yourself, do you?
It seems like a bad way to conduct your own personal journal or even your blog. If you look at it in terms of a history book, you are taint the actual history of your life. That seems just as wrong as when history books are skewed in one favor or another.
But not looking at it in terms of a history book or journal, looking at it in terms of my life and my memories, I’m okay with tearing out pages. Who wouldn’t want to get rid of bad memories if it was as easy as tearing out a page in a silly teenage journal? That idea seems great to me actually.
But deleting posts off of your blog is a little more public than just ripping out pages in your diary, which makes it seem more wrong to be getting rid of those memories.
There is this blogger that I happen to follow and sometimes I will read his posts, sometimes I won’t. But they sent to me in an email and many times when I finally get around to reading the emailed version, afterwards I will want to go and like the post on his blog and he has deleted the post. I don’t know if he just gets that writers fear that everyone gets that your recent post was laughable, but he deletes a lot of his posts and most of the time they are the ones that I enjoyed most.
I don’t know if I wanna be that guy. I mean, of course I don’t want to be him. I don’t want to be any guy for that matter, but I don’t want to be that kind of blogger.